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THE LIBRARY OF 

OONORE8S, 
Two CctPtue RECSrvHD 

OCT. 'J 1902 

OofVniOMT ENTRY 

OI.ASS Ct/XXa No. 
COPY a 






Copyright, 1902, by 

James Whitcomb Riley 

all rights reserved 

Published October, 1903 



THE DEVlNNE PRESS 



c c *«• 



GRATEFULLY AND AFFECTIONATELY 

INSCRIBED 

TO 

JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS 



You who to the rounded prime 

Of a life of toil and stress, 
Still have kept the morning-time 

Of glad youth in heart and spirit. 
So your laugh, as children hear it, 
Seems their own, no less, — 
Take this book of childish rhyme — 
The Book of Joyous Children. 

Their first happiness on earth 

Here is echoed — their first glee : 
Rich, in sooth, the volume's worth — 
Not in classic lore, hut rich in 
The child-sagas of the kitchen; — 
Therefore, take from me 
To your heart of childish mirth 

The Book of Joyous Children. 







PAGE 

Proem viii 

The Book of Joyous Children ..... 3 

An Impromptu Fairy-tale 8 

Dream-march • • 1^ 

Elmer Brown 13 

No Boy Knows 1^ 

When We First Played "Show" .... 19 

A Diverted Tragedy 25 

The K-ambo-tree 27 

Find the Favorite 31 

The Boy Patriot 35 

Extremes 39 

Intellectual Limitations 40 

A Masque of the Seasons 43 

Thomas the Pretender 48 

Little Dick and the Clock 52 

[ix] 



CONTENTS 

PAGE 

fool-youngens 54 

The Katydids 58 

Billy and his Drum 60 

The Noble Old Elm 64 

The Penalty of Genius 68 

Evensong 70 

The Twins -. 73 

The Little Lady 76 

'^Company Manners" . . . .* 80 

In Fervent Praise of Picnics 81 

The Good, Old-fashioned People .... 82 

The Best Times 86 

^'Hik-tee-dik!" 89 

A Christmas Memory 92 

''Old Bob White" 98 

A Session with Uncle Sidney : 

I ONE OF HIS ANIMAL STORIES 

II UNCLE BRIGHTENS UP ,...„. . 

III SINGS A "WINKY-TOODEN" SONG , . , 

IV AND MAKES NURSERY RHYMES .... 

1 THE DINERS IN THE KITCHEN . . . 

2 THE IMPERIOUS ANGLER . . . . . 121 

3 THE GATHERING OF THE CLANS . . 122 

4 "IT" .127 

5 THE DARING PRINCE, o . o . o . 128 

[X] 



CONTENTS 

PAGE 

A Dubious "Old Keiss" 130 

A Song of Singing 137 

The Jaybird 138 

A Bear Family 141 

Some Songs after Master-singers: 

I SONG 146 

II TO THE child JULIA 149 

III THE dolly's MOTHER 151 

IV WIND OF THE SEA 155 

V SUBTLETY , . 156 

vi born to the purple 157 

Old Man Whiskery- Whee-Kum- Wheeze . 160 

LiTTLE-GlRL-TwO-LlTTLE-GlRLS ..... 164 

A Gustatory Achievement ...... 166 

Climatic Sorcery 168 

A Parent Eeprimanded 171 

The Treasure of the Wise Man .... 175 




[xi] 



FULL-PAGE ILLUSTEATIONS 

PAGE 

NOT IN CLASSIC LORE, BUT RICH IN THE CHILD-SAGAS 

OP THE KITCHEN . . , Frontispiece 

KNEEL, ALL GLOWING, TO THE COOL SPRING .... 5 

NO BOY KNOWS WHEN HE GOES TO SLEEP 17 

JAMESY ON THE SLACK-ROPE . . . „ 21 

ACROSS THE ORCHARD 29 

WHILE ALL THE ARMY, FOLLOWING, IN CHORUS CHEERS 

AND SINGS 37 

WHERE IT GOES WHEN THE FIRE GOES OUT? 41 

THE FAIRY QUEEN OF THE SEASONS 45 

'pore pa ! PORE PA ! " . 49 

SQUINT' OUR EYES AN' LAUGH' AGAIN 55 

HE 'S A-MARCHIN' ROUND THE ROOM 61 

THE OLD TREE SAYS HE 'S ALL OUR TREE ..... 65 

THEREFORE READ NO LONGER 71 

SHE 'S BUT A RACING SCHOOL-GIRL ........ 77 

[ ^iii ] 



FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS 

PAGI 

JTHEY WAS GOD'S PEOPLE 

THEM WUZ THE BEST TIMES EVER WUZ 811 

HE 'S GO' HITCH UP, CHRIS' MUS-D AY, AN' COME TAKE ME 
BACK AGAIN 93 

WHEN WE DROVE TO HARMONY 99 

A BIG, HOLLOW, OLD OAK-TREE, WHICH HAD BEEN 
BLOWN DOWN BY A STORM 105 

THE YOUNG FOXES IN IT, ON THE HEARTH BESIDE HER 109 

AN' ALL BE POETS AN' ALL RECITE 113 

ALONG THE BRINK OF WILD BROOK-WAYS 136 

I LIKE TO WATCH HIM 139 

WHILE KATE PICKS BY, YET LOOKS NOT THERE . . . 147 

LEND ME THE BREATH OF A FRESHENING GALE . . .153 

BOW TO ME IN THE WINDER THERE 161 

OUR " OLD-KRISS "-MILKMAN 169 * 

THE CHILDISH DREAMS IN HIS WISE OLD HEAD . . . 174 ^ 



[ ^iv ] 



THE BOOK OF 
JOYOUS CHILDREN 



THE BOOK OF JOYOUS CHILDREN 

BoujiTD and bordered in leaf -green, 

Edged with trellised buds and flowers 
And glad Summer-gold, with clean 

White and purple morning-glories 
Such as suit the songs and stories 
Of this book of ours, 
Unre vised in text or scene, — 

The Book of Joyous Children. 

Wild and breathless in their glee— 

Lawless rangers of all ways 
Winding through lush greenery 

Of Elysian vales— the viny, 
Bowery groves of shady, shiny 
Haunts of childish days. 
Spread and read again with me 

The Book of Joyous Children. 
[3] 



THE BOOK OF JOYOUS CHILDREN 

What a whir of wings, and what 

Sudden drench of dews upon 
The young brows, wreathed, all unsought, 
With the apple-blossom garlands 
Of the poets of those far lands 
Whence all dreams are drawn 
Set herein and soiling not 

The Book of Joyous Children. 



In their blithe companionship 

Taste again, these pages through, 
The hot honey on your lip 

Of the sun-smit wild strawberry, 
Or the chill tart of the cherry ; 
Kneel, all glowing, to 
The cool spring, and with it sip 

The Book of Joyous Children. 

As their laughter needs no rule. 

So accept their language, pray. — 
Touch it not with any tool : 

Surely we may understand it,— 
As the heart has parsed or scanned it 
Is a worthy way. 
Though found not in any School 

The Book of Joyous Children. 

[4] 




"kneel, all glowing, to 
the cool spring." 



THE BOOK OF JOYOUS CHILDREN 

Be a truant— know no place 

Of prison under heaven's rim ! 
Front the Father's smiling face— 

Smiling^ that you smile the brighter 
For the heavy hearts made lighter, 
Since you smile with Him. 
Take— and thank Him for His grace— 
The Book of Joyous Children. 



[7] 



AN IMPROMPTU FAIRY-TALE 




When I wuz ist a little hit 
o' weenty-teenty kid 

I maked up a Fairy-tale, 
all by mysey, I did:— 



Wunst upon a time wunst 

They wuz a Fairy King, 
Au' ever' tiling lie have wuz 
gold — 

His clo'es, an' eyer'thing ! 
An' all the other Fairies 

In his goldun Palace-hall 
Had to hump an' hustle— 

'Cause he wuz bosst of all ! 



II 



He have a goldun trumput, 
An' when he blow' on 
that, 
It 's a sign he want' his 
boots, 
Er his coat er hat : 
[8] 



AN IMPEOMPTU FAIRY-TALE 




They 's a sign fer everything,— 

An' all the Fairies knowed 
Ever' sign, an' come a-hoppin' 

When the King blowed ! 

Ill 

Wunst he blowed an' telled 

'em all : 
"Saddle up yer bees— 
Fireflies is gittin' fat 

An' sassy as you please !— 
Guess we '11 go a-huntin' ! " 

So they hunt' a little bit, 
Till the King blowed "Sup 
per-time," 
Nen they all quit. 

IV 

ISTen they have a Banqut 
In the Palace-hall, 
An' ist et ! an' et ! an' et ! 
!N"en they have a Ball ; 
An' when the Queen o' Fairyland 

Come p'omenadin' through, 
The King says an' halts her,— 
"Guess I '11 marry you ! " 
[9] 





DREAM-MARCH 



AVas n't it a funny dream !— perfectly bewild'rin' !— 
Last night, and night before, and night before that, 
Seemed like I saw the march o' regiments o' children. 
Marching to the robin's fife and cricket's rat-ta-tat ! 
Lily-banners overhead, with the dew 
upon 'em, 
On flashed the little army, as with 
sword and flame ; 
Like the buzz o' bumble-wings, with 
the honey on 'em, 
Came an eerie, cheery chant, chim- 
ing as it came :— 




Where go the children ? Travelling ! 



Travelling ! 



Where go the children, travel- 
ling ahead? 
Some go to Mndergarten ; soyne go "^^ 
to day-school; 
Some go to night-school ; and 
some go to bed ! 

[10] 




DREAM-MAECH 




Smootli roads or rough roadSj 
warm or winter weather, 
On go the children, tow-head 
and brown, 
Brave boys and brave girls, rank V^^^ 
and file together, 
Marching out of Morning-Land, 

over dale and down : 
[ Some go a-gypsying out in coun- 
try places— 
Out through the orchards, with 
blossoms on the boughs 
^\ Wild, sweet, and pink and white 
as their own glad faces ; 
And some go, at evening, call- 
ing home the cows. 

Where go the children ? Travel- 
ling! Travelling! 
Where go the children, travel- 
ling ahead? 
Some go to foreign wars, and 
camps by the firelight — 
Some go to glory so; and some 
go to bed! 

Some go through grassy lanes 
leading to the city— 

[11] 





DREAM-MAKCH 



Thinner grow the green trees 
and thicker grows the dust ; 
Ever, though, to little people 
any path is pretty 

So it leads to newer lands, as 
they know it must. 




m^yimv''^ 



I) II! 1 1, nobler themes ; 

[' Some go anhungered, but ever 

bravely whistling, 
Turning never home again only in their dreams. 



Where go the children'^ Travel- 
ling ! Travelling ! 
Where go the children, travelling 
ahead? n 

Some go to conquer things; some 

go to try them; \WtW'^ 

Some go to dream them; and I V' Ui^^ 
some go to bed ! 





[12] 






Awf'lest boy in this -here town 
Er anywheres is Elmer Brown ! , 

He '11 mock you— yes, an' strangers, too, 
An' make a face an' yell at you,— S^^ 

"•Kere 's the way you look ! " 



Yes, an' wunst in School one day, 
An' Teacher 's lookin' wite that way. 
He helt his slate, an' hide his head. 
An' maked a face at her^ an' said,— 
^^Here 's the way you look ! " 



An' -sir ! when Rosie Wheeler smile 
One morning at him 'crosst the aisle. 
He twist his face all up, an' black 
His nose wiv ink, an' whisper back,— 
"-Here 's the way you look ! " 



Wunst when his Aunt 's all dressed to call. 
An' kiss him good-bye in the hall. 
An' latch the gate an' start away, 
He holler out to her an' say,— 
^'Sere 's the way you look ! " 
[13] 






ELMEE BROWN 

An' when his Pa he read out loud 
The speech he maked, an' feel so proud 
It 's in the paper— Elmer's Ma 
She ketched him— wite behind his Pa,— 
^'Sere 's the way yoic look ! " 



Nen when his Ma she slip an' take 
Him in the other room an' shake 
Him good ! w'y, he don't care— no-s^V /- 
He ist look up an' laugh at her,— 
'^Here 's the way you look ! " 




[14] 



NO BOY KNOWS 

There are many things that boys may know— 

Why this and that are thus and so,— 

Who made the world in the dark and lit 

The great sun up to lighten it : 

Boys know new things every day— 

When they study, or when they i)lay,— 

When they idle, or sow and reap— 

But no boy knows when he goes to sleep. 

Boys who listen— or should, at least,— 
May know that the round old earth rolls East ;— 
And know that the ice and the snow and the rain- 
Ever repeating their parts again— 
Are all just water the sunbeams first 
Sip from the earth in their endless thirst. 
And pour again till the low streams leap.— 
But no boy knows when he goes to sleep. 

A boy may know what a long glad while 
It has been to him since the dawn's first smile, 
[15] 



NO BOY KNOWS 

When forth he fared in the realm divine 
Of brook-laced woodland and spun-sunshine ;— 
He may know each call of his truant mates, 
And the paths they went,— and the pasture-gates 
Of the 'cross-lots home through the dusk so deep.— 
But no boy knows when he goes to sleep. 



I 



I have followed me, o'er and o'er, 

From the flagrant drowse on the parlor-floor, 
To the pleading voice of the mother when 

1 even doubted I heard it then— 

To the sense of a kiss, and a moonlit room, 
And dewy odors of locust-bloom— 
A sweet white cot— and a cricket's cheep.— 
But no boy knows when he goes to sleep. 




[16] 



WHEN WE FIRST PLAYED "SHOW 

Was n't it a good time^ 

Long Time Ago— 
Wlien we all were little tads 

And first played ^^Show" !— 
When every newer day 

Wore as bright a glow 
As the ones we laughed away— 

Long Time Ago ! 

Calf was in the back -lot ; 

Clover in the red 5 
Bluebird in the pear-tree 5 

Pigeons on the shed ; 
Tom a-chargin' twenty pins 

At the barn ; and Dan 
Spraddled out just like ^^The 

^ Injarubber '-Man ! " 

Me and Bub and Rusty, 

Eck and Dunk and Sid, 
'Tumblin' on the sawdust 

Like the A-rabs did 5 
[19] 



WHEN WE FIRST PLAYED ^^SHOW" 

Jamesy on the slack-rope 

In a wild retreat, 
Grappling back, to start again— 

When he chalked his feet ! 







Was n't Eck a wonder, 

In his stocking-tights? 
[20] 




■JAMESY ON THE SLACK-KOPE." 



WHEN WE FIRST PLAYED ^^SHOW" 

Was n't Dunk— his leaping lion- 
Chief of all delights ? 

YeS; and was n't "Little Mack " 
Boss of all the Show,— 

Both Old Clown and Candy-Butcher— 
Long Time Ago ! 

Sid the Bareback-Rider ; 

And— oh-me-oh-m^/ /— 
Bub, the spruce Ring-master, 

Stepping round so spry !— 
In his little waist-and-trousers 

All made in one, 
Was there a prouder youngster 

Under the sun ! 

And NOW— who will tell me,— 

Where are they all ? 
Dunk 's a sanatorium doctor, 

Up at Waterfall ; 
Sid 's a city street-contractor ; 

Tom has fifty clerks 5 
And Jamesy he 's the "Iron Magnate " 

Of "The Hecla Works." 

And Bub 's old and bald now. 
Yet still he hangs on,— 
[23] 



WHEN WE FIRST PLAYED "SHOW" 

Dan and Eck and "Little Mack," 
* Long, long gone ! 

But was n't it a good time. 

Long Time Ago— 
When we all were little tads 

And first played "Show"! • 



[24] 



A DIVERTED TRAGEDY 




Gkacie wuz alius a careless tot ; 
But Gracie dearly loved her doU^ 
An' played wiv it on the winder-sill 
'Way up-stairs, when she 
ought to not, 
An' her muvver telled ^^ 
her so an' all 5 
But she won't mind 
what sJie say— till^ 
First thing she know, -^^ 
her dolly fall 

Clean spang out o' the winder 

plumb 
Into the street ! An' here Grace 
come 
Down-stairs, two at a time, ist 

wild 
An' a-screamin', "Oh, my child ! 
my child ! " 

Jule wuz a-bringin' their basket 
o' clo'es 
Ist then into their hall down there,— 
[25] 




A DIVERTED TEAGEDY 

An' slie ist stop' when Gracie bawl, 
An' Jule she say ''She ist declare 
She 's ist in time ! " An' what you s'pose? 
She sets her basket down in the hall, 
An' wite on top o' the snowy clo'es 
Wuz Grade's dolly a-layin' there 
An' ist ain't bu'st ner hurt a- tall ! 




Nen Gracie smiled— ist sobbed an' smiled— 
An' cried, "My child ! my precious child ! " 
[26] 



THE RAMBO-TREE 

When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree— 
It 's a long, sweet way across the orchard !— 

The bird sings low as the bumble-bee— 

It 's a long, sweet way across the orchard !— 

The poor shote-pig he says, says he : 
"When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree 

There 's enough for you and enough for me." — 
It 's a long, sweet way across the orchard. 

For just two truant lads like we, 
When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree 
There 's enough for you and enough for me- 
lt 's a long, sweet way across the orchard. 

When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree— 

It 's a long, sweet way across the orchard !— 
The mole digs out to peep and see— 

It 's a long, sweet way across the orchard !— 
The dusk sags down, and the moon swings free, 
There 's a far, lorn call, ''Vig-gee ! Vig-gee ! " 
And two boys— glad enough for three.— 
It ^s a long, sweet way across the orchard. 
[ 27 J 



THE RAMBO-TREE 

For just two truant lads like we, 
When Autumn shaJces the rambo-tree 
There 's enough for you and enough for me- 
lt 's a long, sweet way across the orchard. 



[28] 



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ACROSS THE ORCHARD. 



FIND THE FAVORITE 



Our three cats is Maltese cats, 
An' they 's two that 's white,— 

An' bofe of 'em 's deef—sm^ that 's 
'Cause their eyes ain't right.— 




4irrj:>. 



Uncle say that Huxley say 

Eyes of white Maltese— 
When they don't match thataway- 

They 're deef as you please ! 
[31] 



FIND THE FAVORITE 



Girls, they like our white cats best, 
'Cause they 're white as snow, 

Yes, an' look the stylishest— 
But they 're deef, you know ! 

They don't know their names, an' don't 
Hear us when we call 
"Come in, Mck an' Finn !"— they won't 
Come fer us at all ! 

But our other cat, he knows 

Mister Nick an' Finn,— 
Mowg 's his name,— an' when he goes 

Fer 'em, they come in ! 

Mowgli 's all his name— the same 

Me an' Muwer took 
Like the Wolf- Child's other name. 

In "The Jungul Book." 

I bet Mowg 's the smartest cat 

In the world l—IIe 's not 
White, but mousy-plush, with that 

Smoky gloss he 's got ! 

All 's got little bells to ring, 
Eound their neck -, but none 
[32] 



Fi:t^D THE FAYOEITE 

Only Mowg h^iows anytMng— • 
He 's the only one ! 

I ist 'spect sometimes he hate 
White cats' stupid ways :— 

He won't hardly 'sociate 
With 'em, lots o' days ! 

Mowg wants in where loe air, —well, 

He '11 ist take his paw 
An' ist ring an' ring his bell 

There till me er Ma 

Er somebody lets him in 
ISTen an' shuts the door.— 

An', when he wants out ag'in, 
Nen he '11 ring some more. 

Ort to hear our Katy tell ! 

She sleeps 'way up-stairs ; 
An' last night she hear Mowg's bell 

Eingin' round somewheres. . . . 

Trees grows by her winder.— So, 

She lean out an' see 
Mowg up there, 'way out, you know. 

In the clingstone-tree ;— 
[33] 



FIND THE FAVORITE 

An' -sir ! he ist hint an' ring,— 

Till she ketch an' plat 
Them limbs ;— nen he crawl an' spring 

In where Katy 's at ! 




[34] 



THE BOY PATRIOT 

I WANT to be a Soldier !— 

A Soldier !— 

A Soldier !- 
I want to be a Soldier^ with a sabre in my hand 
Or a little carbine rifle, or a musket on my shoulder, 
Or just a snare-drum, snarling in the middle of the 

band ; 
I want to hear, high overhead. The Old Flag flap her 

wings 
While all the Army, following, in chorus cheers and 

sings 5 
I want to hear the tramp and jar 

Of patriots a million, 
As gayly dancing off to war 
As dancing a cotillion. 

I want to he a Soldier !— 

A Soldier!— 

A Soldier!— 
I want to he a Soldier , with a sabre in my hand 
Or a little carhine rifle, or a musket on my shoulder, 
Or just a snare-drum, snarling in the middle of the hand. 

[35] 



THE BOY PATEIOT 

• 

I want to see the battle !— 

The battle !- 

The battle !- 
I want to see the battle, and be in it to the end j— 
I want to hear the cannon clear their throats and 

catch the prattle 
Of all the pretty compliments the enemy can send !— 
And then I know my wits will go,— and where I 

should nH be— 
Well, there 's the spot, in any fight, that you may 

search for me. 
So, when our foes have had their fill. 

Though I 'm among the dying. 
To see The Old Flag flying still, 
I '11 laugh to leave her flying ! 

I want to he a Soldier! — 

A Soldier!— 

A Soldier!— 
I want to he a Soldiery with a sabre m my hand 
Or a little carbine rifle, or a musJcet on my shoulder, 
Or just a snare-drum, snarling in the middle of the band. 



[36] 



'^^ 



*^« 




^^^' 



A BIG, HOLLOW, OLD OAK-TREK, WHICH HAD 
BEEN BLOWN DOWN BY A STORM." 



EXTREMES 



A LITTLE boy once 
played so loud 

That the Thunder, up in 
a thunder-cloud, 

Said, ^^ Since I can't be 
heard, why, then 





I '11 never, never thunder 
again ! " 

II 

And a little girl once kept 
so still 

That she heard a fly on the 
window-sill 

Whisper and say to a lady- 
bird,— 

"She 's the stilliest child I 
ever heard ! " 
[39] 



INTELLECTUAL LIMITATIONS 

Parunts knows lots more tlian us, 
But they don't know all things,— 

'Cause we ketch 'em, lots o' times, 
Even on little small things. 

One time Winnie ask' her Ma, 

At the winder, sewin'. 
What 's the wind a-doin' when 

It 's a-not Si-blowin^ f 

Yes, an' 'Del', that very day, 
When we 're nearly froze out. 

He ask' Uncle wh€7'e it goes 
When the fire goes out? 

Nen I run to ask my Pa, 

That way, somepin' funny ; 
But I can't say ist but "Say," 
When he turn to me an' say, 
"Well, what is it. Honey?" 
[40] 






" WHERE IT GOES 
WHEN THE FIRE GOES OUT^ 



A MASQUE OF THE SEASONS 

Scene.— yl kitchen. — Group of Children, popping corn.— 
The Fairy Queen of the Seasons discovered in the smoke of 
the corn-popper. — Waving her wand, and, with eerie, sharp, 
imperious ejaculations, addressing the bespelled auditors, 
who neither see nor hear her nor suspect her presence. 

QUEEN 

Summer or Winter or Spring or Fall;— 
Whicli do you like the best of all ? 

LITTLE JASPER 

When I 'm dressed warm as warm can be, 

And with boots, to go 

Through the deepest snow, 
Winter-time is the time for me ! 

QUEEN 

Summer or Winter or Spring or Fall,— 
Which do you like the best of all ? 
[43] 



A MASQUE OF THE SEASONS 

LITTLE MILDRED 

I like blossomS; and birds that sing ; 
The grass and the dew, 
And the sunshine, too,— 

So, best of all I like the Spring. 

QUEEN 

Summer or Winter or Spring or Fall,— 
Which do you like the best of all ? 

LITTLE MANDEYILLE 

O little friends, I most rejoice 
When I hear the drums 
As the Circus comes,— 

So Summer-time 's my special choice. 

QUEEN 

Summer or Winter or Spring or Fall,— 
Which do you like the best of all ? 

LITTLE EDITH 

Apples of ruby, and pears of gold, 

And grapes of blue 

That the bee stings through.— 
Fall— it is all that my heart can hold ! 
[44] 




" THE FAIRY QUEEN OF THE SEASONS. 



A MASQUE OF THE SEASONS 

QUEEN 

Soh ! my lovelings and pretty dears, 
You 've each a favorite, it appears,— 
Summer and Winter and Spring and Fall. 
That ^s the reason I send them all ! 



[47] 



THOMAS THE PRETENDER 



Tommy 's alluz playin' jokes, 
An' actin' up, an' foolin' folks ; 
An' wunst one time he creep 
In Pa's big chair, he did, one night. 
An' squint an' shut his eyes hofe tight, 
I 'i An' say, "Now I 'm 

I'll ,.«r- asleep." 

An' nen we knowed, an' Ma 

know' too. 
He ainH asleep no more 'n 
you! 



An' wunst he clumbed on 

our back-fence 
An' flop his arms an' nen 
commence 
To crow, like he 's a hen ; 
But when he failed off, like 

he done. 
He did n't fool us childern 
none, 

Ner did n't crow again. 
An' our Hired Man, as he come by. 
Says, "Tom can't crow^ but he kin cryP 
[48] 




t 



f 






POKE PA ! PORE PA ! ' ' ' 



THOMAS THE PRETENDEE 

An' one time wunst Tom 'tend' -like he 's 
His Pa an' goin' to rob the bees ; 

An', first he know— oh, dear ! 
They ist come swarmin' out o' there 
An' sting him, an' stick in his hair— 

An' one got in his yeer !— 
An' Uncle sigh an' say to Ma, 
An' grease the welts, "Pore Pa ! pore Pa ! " 



[51] 



LITTLE DICK AND THE CLOCK 

When Dicky was sick . 

In the night, and the clock, 
As he listened, said "Tick- 

Atty-tick-atty— tock ! " 
He said that it said, 

Every time it said ^'Tick," 
It said "Sick," instead. 

And he heard it say "Sick ! " 
And when it said "Tick- 

Atty— tick-atty— tock," 
He said it said "Sick- 

Atty— sick-atty— sock ! " 
And he tried to see then, 

But the light was too dim. 
Yet he heard it again— 

And 't was talkinq to him ! 



And then it said "Sick- 
Atty— sick-atty— sick ! 

You poor little Dick- 

Atty— Dick-atty— Dick !— 

Have you got the hick- 
Atties? Hi ! send for Doc 
[52] 



LITTLE DICK AND THE CLOCK 

To hurry up quick- 

Atty — quick-atty — quock, 

And heat a hot brick- 
Atty— brick-atty— brockj 




And rikle-ty wrap it 
And clickle-ty clap it 
Against his cold feet- 
Al-ty— weep-aty— eepaty — 
There he goes, slapit- 

Ty— slippaty— sleepaty ! " 
[53] 



FOOL-YOUNGENS 

Me an' Bert an' Minnie -Belle 
Knows a joke, an' we won't tell ! 
'No, we don't— 'cause we don't know 
Wiy we got to laughin' so ; 
But we got to laughin' so, 
We ist kep' a-laugMn'. 

Wind wuz bio win' in the tree— 
An' wuz only ist us three 
Playin' there ; an' ever' one 
Ketched each other, like we done, 
Squintin' up there at the sun 
Like we wuz a-laughin'. 

Nothin' funny anyway ; 
But I laughed, an' so did they— 
An' we all three laughed, an' nen 
Squint' our eyes an' laugh' again : 
Ner we did n't istjjHen^— 

We wuz shore-enough laughin'. 
[5i] 






squint' our eyes an' laugh' again. 



FOOL-YOUNGENS 

We ist laugh' an' laugh', tel Bert 
Say lie canH quit an' it hurt. 
Nen I hotel, an' Minnie-Belle 
She tear up the grass a spell 
An' ist stop her yeers an' yell 
Like she 'd die a-laughin'. 

Never sich fool-youngens yit ! 
Nothin' funny,— not a bit !— 
But we laugh' so, tel we whoop' 
Purt'-nigh like we have the croup— 
All so hoarse we 'd wheeze an' whoop 
An' ist choice a-laughin'. 



[57] 



THE KATYDIDS 



Sometimes I keep 

From going to sleep, 

To hear the katydids ^'cheep-cheep ! '^ 

And think they say 

Their prayers that way ; 

But katydids don't have to pray ! 

I listen when 
They cheep again ; 
And so, I think, they 're 
singing then ! 




Ui4j |1^;5 But, no ; I 'm wrong, 



The sound 's too long 
And all-alike to be a 



song I 

I think, ''Well, there ! 

I do declare. 

If it is neither song nor 

prayer. 
It 's talk— and quite 
Too vain and light 
For me to listen to all 

night ! " 



[58] 



THE KATYDIDS 

And so, I smile, 

And tlimk,-"Now I ^11 

Kot listen for a little while ! "— 

Then, sweet and clear, 

E'ext '^cheep '' I hear 

'S a Mss. . . . Good morning. Mommy dear ! 




[59] 



BILLY AND HIS DRUM 

Ho ! it 's come, kids, come ! 

With a bim ! bam ! bum ! 

Here 's little Billy bangin' on his 

big bass drum ! 
He 's a-marchin' round the room, 
With his feather- duster plume 
A-noddin' an' a-bobbin' with his 

bim ! bom ! boom ! 

Looky, little Jane an' Jim ! 
Will you only look at him, 
A-humpin' an' a-thumpin' with his 

bam ! bom ! bim ! 
Has the Day o' Judgment come 
Er the New Mi-len-nee-um? 
Er is it only Billy with his 

bim ! bam ! bum ! 
[60] 





,^-' 



HE 'S A-MARCHIN' round THE ROOM.' 



. < 



BILLY AND HIS DRUM 

I 'm a-comin' ; yes, I am— 

Jim an' Sis, an' Jane an' Sam ! 

We '11 all marcli off with Billy an' his 

bom ! bim ! bam ! 
Come hurrawin' as you come, 
Er they '11 think you 're deef-an'-dumb 
Ef you don't hear little Billy an' his 

big bass drum ! 



[63] 



THE NOBLE OLD ELM 

O Big Old Tree, so tall an' fine, 

Where all us cMldern swings an' plays, 
Though, neighbers says you 're on the line 

Between Pa's house an' Mr. Gray's,— 
Us childern used to almost fuss, 

Old Tree, about you when we 'd play.— 
We 'd argy you belonged to us. 

An' them Gray-kids the other way ! 

Till Elsie, one time she wuz here 

An' play in' wiv us— Don't you mind, 
Old Mister Tree?— an' purty near 

She scolded us the hardest kind 
Fer quar'llin' 'bout you thataway. 

An' say she HI find— ef we '11 keep still— 
Whose tree you air/er shore, she say. 

An' settle it fer good, she will ! 
[64] 




# . 



^m 



"^ 



•THK OLD TREE SAYS HE 'S ALL OUB TREE.' 



{ 



( 



THE NOBLE OLD ELM 

So all keep still : An' nen slie gone 

An' pat the Old Tree, an' says she,— 
"Whose air you, Tree'?" an' nen let on 

Like she 's a-list'nin' to the Tree,— 
An' nen she say, "It 's settled,— 'cause 

The Old Tree says he 's all our tree- 
His trurik belongs to bofe your Pas, 

But shade belongs to you an' me." 



[67] 



THE PENALTY OF GENIUS 

When little 'Pollns Morton he 's 
Ago' to speak a piece, w'y, nan 




[68] 



THE PENALTY OF GENIUS 

The Teacher smiles an' says 'at she 's 

Most proud, of all her little men 
An' women in her school— 'cause 'Poll 
He alius speaks the best of all. 

An' nen she '11 pat him on the cheek. 
An' hold her finger up at you 

Before he speak' j an' when he speak' 
It 's ist some piece she learn' him to ! 

'Cause he 's her favor-ite. . . . An' she 

Ain't pop'lar as she ust to be ! 

When 'Pollus Morton speaks, w'y, nen 
Ist all the other childern knows 

They 're smart as him an' smart-again !— 
Ef they canH speak an' got fine clo'es. 

Their Parunts loves 'em more 'n 'PoU- 

Us Morton, Teacher, speech, an' all ! 



[69] 



EVENSONG 

Lay away the story,— 

Though the theme is sweet, 
There 's a lack of something yet, 

Leaves it incomplete :— 
There 's a nameless yearning — 

Strangely undefined— 
For a story sweeter still 

Than the written kind. 

Therefore read no longer— 

I 've no heart to hear 
But just something you make up, 

my mother dear.— 
With your arms around me, 

Hold me, folded-eyed,— 
Only let your voice go on — 

1 '11 be satisfied. 

[70] 



*f 



% 



•THEREFORE READ NO LONGER. 




"iGO ANjy ago" 



We 'ee The Twins from Aunt Marinn's, 

Igo and Ago. 
When Dad comes^ the show begins !— 

Iram, coram^ dago. 

Dad he says he named us two 

Igo and Ago 
For a poem he always knew, 

Iram, coram, dago. 

Then he was a braw Scotchman— 
Igo and Ago. — 

Wow he 's Scotch-Amer-i-can. 

Iram, coram, dago. 



^^Hey ! " he cries, and pats his knee, 
^^Igo and Ago J 
My twin bairnies, ride wi' me— 

Iram, coram, dago ! " 
[ 73 ] 



THE TWINS 




'Here/' he laughs, "ye 've each a leg, 
Igo and Ago, 

Gleg as Tarn O'Shanter's ^Meg' ! 

Iram, coram, dago ! '^ 
[74] 



THE TWINS 

Then we mount, with shrieks of mirth - 
Igo and Ago,— 

The two gladdest twins on earth ! 
Iram, coram, dago. 

Wade and Silas- Walker cry,— 
^^Igo and Ago— 
Annie 's kissin' 'em ^good-bye' !"— 
Iram, coram, dago. 

Aunty waves us fond farewells.— 

"Igo and Ago," 
Granny pipes, "tak care yersels ! " 
Iram, coram, dago. 



[ 75 ] 



THE LITTLE LADY 

O The Little Lady 's dainty 

As tlie picture in a book^ 
And tier hands are creamy-whiter 

Than the water-lilies look ; 
Her laugh 's the undrown'd music 

Of the maddest meadow-brook. — 
Yet all in vain I praise The Little Lady ! 

Her eyes are blue and dewy 

As the glimmering Summer-dawn, — 

Her face is like the eglantine 
Before the dew is gone ; 

And were that honied mouth of hers 
A bee's to feast upon, 

He 'd be a bee bewildered, Little Lady ! 

Her brow makes light look sallow ; 

And the sunshine, I declare, 
Is but a yellow jealousy 

Awakened by her hair— 
For O the dazzling glint of it 

Nor sight nor soul can bear,— 
So Love goes groping for The Little Lady. 
[76] 




SHE 'S BUT A RACING SCHOOL-GIRL." 



THE LITTLE LADY 

And yet slie ^s neither Nymph nor Fay, 

Nor yet of Angelkind :— 
She 's but a racing school-girl, with 

Her hair blown out behind 
And tremblingly unbraided by 

The fingers of the Wind, 
As it wildly swoops upon The Little Lady. 



[79] 



COMPANY MANNERS 



When Bess gave her Dollies a Tea, said she, 
"It 's unpolite, when they ^s Company, 
To say you Ve drinked two cups, you see,— 
But say you 've drinked a couple of tea." 




[80] 



IN FERVENT PRAISE OF PICNICS 








Picnics is fun 'at 's purty hard 
to beat. 

I purt'-nigli ruther go to them 
than eat. 

I purt'-nigh ruther go 
\ to them than go 

With our CharZorty to the Trick- 
Dog Show. 



[81] 



THE GOOD, OLD-FASHIONED PEOPLE 

"When we hear Uncle Sidney tell 

About the long-ago 
An' old, old friends he loved so well 

When lie was young — My- oh ! — 
Us childern all wish ice ^d 'a' bin 
A-livin' then with Uncle,— so 
We could a-kindo' happened in 

On them old friends he used to know ! — 
The good, old-fashioned people— 
The hale, hard-working people— 
The kindly country people 
^At Uncle used to know ! 

They was God's people. Uncle says, 

An' gloried in His name, 
An' worked, without no selfishness, 

An' loved their neighbers same 
As they was kin : An' when they biled 

Their tree -molasses, in the Spring, 
Er butchered in the Fall, they smiled 

An' sheered with all jist ever' thing !— 
[82] 




■ THEY WAS GOD'S PEOPLE. 



THE GOOD, OLD-FASHIONED PEOPLE 

The good, old-fashioned people— 
The hale, hard-working people— 
The kindly country people 
'At Uncle used to know ! 

He tells about 'em, lots o' times. 

Till we 'd all ruther hear 
About 'em than the Nurs'ry Ehymes 

Er Fairies— mighty near !— 
Only sometimes he stops so long 

An' then talks on so low an' slow. 
It 's purt'-nigh sad as any song 
To listen to him talkin' so 

Of the good, old-fashioned people— 
The hale, hard-working people— 
The kindly country people 
'At Uncle used to know ! 



[85] 



THE BEST TIMES 



When Old Folks they wuz young 
like us 
An'' little as you, au? me,— 




Them wuz the best times 
ever wuz 
Er eve?^ goin^ to he ! 



[86] 






'THEM WUZ THE BEST TIMES EVEE WUZ. 



" HIK-TEE-DIK ! " 

THE WAR-CRY OF BILLY AND BUDDY 

When two little boys— renowned but for noise— 

Hik-tee-dik ! Billy and Buddy !— 
May hurt a whole school, 
and the head it employs, 
Hik-tee-dik I Billy and 
Buddy ! 
Such loud and hilarious, 

pupils indeed 
Need learning— and yet 
something further they 
need, 
Though fond hearts that love them may sorrow and 
bleed. 
Hik-tee-dik ! Billy and Buddy ! 




O the schoolmarm was cool, and in no wise a fool ; 

Hik-tee-dik ! Billy and Buddy ! 
And in ruling her ranks it was her rule to rule ; 

Hik-tee-dik ! Billy and Buddy ! 
[89] 



"HIK-TEE-DIK!" 

So when these two pupils conspired, every day, 
Some mad i)iece of mischief, with whoop and hoo-ray, 
That hurt yet defied her,— how happy were they !— 
Hik-tee-dik ! Billy and Buddy ! 



At the ring of the bell they 'd rush in with a yell— 

Hik-tee-dik ! Billy and Buddy ! 
And they'd bang the school-door till the plastering fell, 

Hik-tee-dik ! Billy and Buddy ! 
They 'd clinch as they came, and pretend not to see 
As they knocked her desk over— then. My ! and O-me ! 
How awfully sorry they 'd both seem to be ! 

Hik-tee-dik ! Billy and Buddy ! 




[90] 



HIK-TEE-DIK! 



This trick seemed so neat and so safe a conceit, 
Hik-tee-dik ! Billy and Buddy !— 

They played it three 
times — though 
the third they 
were beat; 
Hik-tee-dik! Bil- 
ly and Bud- 
dy! 

For the teacher, she 
righted her desk 
—raised the lid 

And folded and 
packed away 
each little kid— 

Closed the incident 

so— yes, and locked it, she did 
Hik-tee-dik ! Billy and Buddy ! 




[91] 



1\ 



A CHRISTMAS MEMORY 

Pa he bringed me here to stay 
'Til my Ma she 's well.— Au' nen 

He 's go' hitch up, Chris'mus-day, 
An' come take me back again 

Wher' my Ma 's at ! Won't I be 

Tickled when he comes fer me ! 

My Ma an' my A'nty they 

'TJz each-uvver's sisters. Pa— 

A'nty telled me, th' other day,— 
He corned here an' married Ma. . . 

A'nty said nen, "Go run play, 

I must work now ! " . . . An' I saw, 

When she turn' her face away. 
She 'uz cryin'.— An' nen I 
'Tend-like I "run play"— an' cry. 

This-here house o' A'nty's wher' 
They 'uz horned- my Ma an' her !— 
An' her Ma 'uz my Ma's Ma, 
An' her Pa 'uz my Ma's Pa— 
[92] 




.#-■*'.■'-'■ 




m^ 



HE 'S GO' HITCH UP, CHRIS'MUS-DAY, 

an' come take me back again." 



A CHEISTMAS MEMORY 

Ain't that funny?— An' they 're dead : 
An' this-here 's "th' ole Homestead."— 
An' my A'nty said, an' cried, 
It 's mine, too, ef my Ma died— 
Don't know what she mean— 'cause my 
Ma she 's nuvver go' to die ! 




[95] 



A CHKISTMAS MEMORY 



When Pa bringed me here 't ^uz night— 
'Way dark night ! An' A'nty spread 

Me a piece — an' light the light 
An' say I must go to bed.— 
I cry not to— but Pa said, 
'^Be good boy now, like you 
telled 
Mommy 'at you 're go' to 

be!" 
An', when he 'uz kissin' me 
My good night, his cheek s' 
all wet 
An' taste salty.— An' he held 

Wite close to me an' rocked some 

An' laughed-like— 'til A'nty come 

Git me while he 's rockin' yet. 




A'nty he'p me, 'til I be 

Purt'-nigh strip-pud — nen hug me 

In bofe arms an' lif me 'way 

Up in her high bed— an' pray 

Wiv me,— 'bout my Ma— an' Pa— 

An' ole Santy Clans- an' Sleigh— 
An' Reindeers an' little Drum— 
Yes, an' Picture-books, "Tom Thumb," 

An' "Three Bears," an' ole "Fee-Faw"— 
[96] 



A CHRISTMAS MEMORY 

Yes, an' ''Tweedle-Dee" an' "Dum," 
An' ^' White Knight" an' ^^Squidjicum," 
An' most things you ever saw !— 
An' when A'nty kissed me, she 
'Uz all cryin' over me ! 



Don't want Santy Clans— ner things 
Any kind he ever brings !— 
Don't want A'nty !— Don't want Pa !• 
I ist only want my Ma ! 



[97 1 



"OLD BOB WHITE" 

Old Bob White 's a, funny bird !— 
Funniest you ever heard ! — 

Hear him whistle,— ^^ Old— Bob— White ! " 
You can hear him, clean from where 
He 's ^way 'crosst the wheat-field theie, 
Whistlin' like he did n't care— 

^^Old-Bob-TTMe/" 








[98] 




.^ ^f 



WHEN WE DROVE TO HARMONY. 



L.ofC. 



^'0;LD bob WHITE" 

Whistles alluz ist the same— 

So 's we won't fergit his name !— 

Hear him say it?— ^^Old— Bob— TTMe/" 
There ! he 's whizzed off down the lane— 
Gone back where his folks is stayin'— 
Hear him?— There he goes again,— 
"Old-Bob- TTMe/" 

When boys ever tries to git 
Clos't to him— how quick he '11 quit 
Whistlin' his "Old— Bob— TTMe/" 
" Whoo-rhoo-rhoo /" he 's up an' flew, 
Ist a-purt'-nigh skeerin' you 
Into fits !-'At 's what he '11 do.- 

"Old— Bob— TTMe/" 

Wunst our Hired Man an' me, 
When we drove to Harmony, 

Saw one, whistlin' "Old— Bob— TTMe/" 
An' we drove wite closH, an' I 
Saw him an' he did nH fly, — 
Birds likes horses, an' that 's why. 

"Old-Bob- TTMe/" 

One time. Uncle Sidney says, 
Wunst he rob' a Bob White's nes' 
Of the eggs of "Old Bob White" ; 
[101] 



"OLD BOB WHITE" 

Nen he hatched 'em wiv a hen 
An' her little chicks, aii' nen 
They ist all flewed off again ! 

"Old-Bob— TF7wie/" 




[102] 




IMEY 



[1869] 

I 

ONE OF HIS AISTIMAL STOEIES 

Kow, Tudens, you sit on this knee— and 'sense 

It having no side-saddle on ;— and, Jeems, 

You sit on ^/^^s— and don't you wobble so 

And chug my old shins with your coppertoes ; — 

And, all the rest of you, range round someway,— 

Eide on the rockers and hang to the arms 

Of our old-time splint-bottom carryall !— 

Do anything but squabble for a place, 

Or push or shove or scrouge, or breathe out loud, 

Or chew wet, or knead taffy in my beard ! — 

Do any^Yng almost — act anyw^j, — 

Only Tieep still, so I can hear myself 

Trying to tell you "just one story more ! " 

One winter afternoon my father, with 
A whistle to our dog, a shout to us— 
His two boys — six and eight years old we were, — 
Started off' to the woods, a half a mile 
From home, where he was chopping wood. We raced, 
[103] 



A SESSION WITH UNCLE SIDNEY 

We slipped and slid ; reaching, at last, the north 
Side of Tharp's corn-field.— There we struck what 

seemed 
To be a coon -track— so we all agreed : 
And father, who was not a hunter, to 
Our glad surprise, proposed we follow it. 
The snow was quite five inches deep ; and we. 
Keen on the trail, were soon far in the woods. 
Our old dog, ^^King," ran nosing the fresh track 
With whimpering delight, far on ahead. 
After following the trail more than a mile 
To northward, through the thickest winter woods 
We boys had ever seen,— all suddenly 
He seemed to strike another trail ; and then 
Our joyful attention was drawn to 
Old ''Eing"— leaping to this side, then to that. 
Of a big, hollow, old oak-tree, which had 
Been blown down by a storm some years before. 
There— all at once— out leapt a lean old fox 
From the black hollow of a big bent limb,— 
Hey ! how he scudded !— but with our old "Ring'^ 
Sharp after him— and father after ^^Ring" — 
We after father, near as we could hold ! 
And father noticed that the fox kept just 
About four feet ahead of "Ring"— just that— 
No farther, and no nearer ! Then he said :— 
"There are young foxes in that tree back there, 
[104] 



A SESSION^ WITH UNCLE SIDNEY 

And tlie mother-fox is drawing '■ Eing ' and ns 
Away from their nest there ! " "Oh, le' 's go back !— 
Do le' 's go back ! " we little vandals cried,— 

"Le' 's go back, quick, and find the little things— 
Please, father !— Yes, and take 'em home for pets— 
'Cause ' Ring ' he '11 kill the old fox anyway ! " 
So father turned at last, and back we went. 
And father chopped a hole in the old tree 
About ten feet below the limb from which 
The old fox ran, and— Bless their little lives ! — 
There, in the hollow of the old tree-trunk— 
There, on a bed of warm dry leaves and moss— 
There, snug as any bug in any rug— 
We found— one— two— three— four, and, yes-sir,^^?(? 
Wee, weenty-teenty baby-foxes, with 
Their eyes just barely opened— Ci^tef— my- oh !— 
The cutest— the most cunning little things 
Two boys ever saw, in all their lives ! 

"Raw weather for the little fellows now ! " 
Said father, as though talking to himself,— 

"Raw weather, and no home now !^^— And off came 
His warm old "waumus " ; and in that he wrapped 
The helpless little animals, and held 
Them soft and warm against him as he could,— 
And home we happy children followed him.— 
Old '^Eing " did not reach home till nearly dusk : 
The mother-fox had led him a long chase— 
[107] 



A SESSION WITH UNCLE SIDNEY 

^' Yes, and a fool's chase, too ! " he seemed to say, 
And looked ashamed to hear us praising him. 
But^ mother— -wtWj we could not understand 
Ser acting as she did — and we so pleased ! 
I can see yet the look of pained surprise 
And deep compassion of her troubled face 
When father very gently laid his coat, 
With the young foxes in it, on the hearth 
Beside her, as she brightened up the fire. 
She urged— for the old fox's sake and theirs— 
That they be taken back to the old tree ; 
But father— for our wistful sakes, no doubt- 
Said we would keep them, and would try our best 
To raise them. And at once he set about 
Building a snug home for the little things 
Out of an old big bushel-basket, with 
Its fractured handle and its stoven ribs : 
So, lining and padding this all cosily. 
He snuggled in its little tenants, and 
Called in John Wesley Thomas, our hired man, 
And gave him in full charge, with much advice 
Regarding the just care and sustenance of 
Young foxes.— "John," he said, "you feed 'em milk- 
Warm milk, John Wesley ! Yes, and heep 'em hy 
The s^o^e— and keep your stove a-roarin\ too. 
Both night and day !— And keep 'em covered up— 
Not smothered, John, but snug and comfortable.— 
[108] 




<*THE YOUNG FOXES IN IT, ON THE HEARTH BESIDE HER. 



A SESSION WITH UNCLE SIDNEY 

And now, John Wesley Thomas, first and last,— 

You feed 'em milk— fresh milk— and always warm— 

Say five or six or seven times a day— 

Of course we '11 grade that by the way they thrive:^ 

But, for all sanguine hope, and care, as well, 

The little fellows did not thrive at all.— 

Indeed, with all our care and vigilance, 

By the third day of their captivity 

The last survivor of the fated five 

Squeaked, like some battered little rubber toy 

Just clean worn out.— And that 's just what it was ! 

And— nights,— the cry of the mother-fox for her 

young 
Was heard, with awe, for long weeks afterward. 
And we boys, every night, would go to the door 
And, peering out in the darkness, listening. 
Could hear the poor fox in the black bleak woods 
Still calling for her little ones in vain. 
As, all mutely, we returned to the warm fireside. 
Mother would say : "How would you like for me 
To be out there, this dark night, in the cold woods, 
Calling for my children ? " 




[111] 



A SESSION WITH UNCLE SIDNEY 



II 



UNCLE BEIGHTENS UP 




Uncle lie says 'at 'way down in the sea 
Ever'thing 's ist like it used to be :— 

He says they 's mermaids, 

an' mermens, too, 
An' little merchildern, like 

me an' you— 
Little merboys, with tops 
an' balls, 

An' little mergirls, with H 

little merdolls. /X J 

Uncle Sidney 's vurry 
proud 
Of little Leslie- Janey, 
'Cause she 's so smart, an' 
goes to school 
Clean 'way in Pennsylvany ! 
[112] 





'an' all be poets an' all recite. 



A SESSION WITH UNCLE SIDNEY 



She print' an' sent a postul- 
card 
To Uncle Sidney^ telling 
How glad lie '11 be to hear 

that she 
"Toock the onners in Spel- 
ing." 

Uncle he learns ns to rhyme 
an' write 

An' all be poets an' all re- 
cite : 

His little-est poet 's his 
little -est niece. 

An' this is her little-est poe- 
try-piece. 







[115] 



A SESSION WITH UNCLE SIDNEY 



III 



SINGS A "WINKY-TOODEN" SONG- 




O HERE 's a little rhyme 

for the Spring- or 

Summer-time — 
An a-ho-winky-too- 

den-an-a-ho !— 
Just a little bit o' tune 

you can twitter, 

May or June, 
An a-ho-winky-too- 

den-an-a-ho ! 
It 's a song that soars 

and sings, 
As the birds that twang 

their wings 
Or the katydids and 

things 
Thus and so, don't 

you know. 
An a-ho-winky-too- 

den-an-a-ho ! 



[116] 



A SESSION WITH UNCLE SIDNEY 

It 's a song just broken loose, with no reason or 
excuse— 

An a-ho-winky-tooden-an-a-ho ! 
You can sing along with it— or it matters not a bit- 

An a-ho-winky-tooden-an-a-ho ! 
It ^s a lovely little thing 
That 'most any one could sing 
With a ringle-dingle-ding, 

Soft and low, don't you know, 

An a-ho-winky-tooden-an-a-ho ! 




[117] 




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IV 

AND MAKES NURSERY RHYMES 

1 

THE DINERS IN THE KITCHEN 






Ui-- 




•jf. 



OUE dog Fred 
Et the bread. 



Our dog Dash 
Et the hash. 
[118] 






A SESSION WITH UNCLE SIDNEY 







Our dog Pete 
Et tlie meat. 




Our dog Davy 
Et the gravy. 




Our dog Toffy 
Et the coffee. 
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A SESSION WITH UNCLE SIDNEY 

AW 

Our dog Jake 
Et the cake. 





Our dog Trip 
Et the dip. 

And— the worst, 
From the first,— 




Our dog Fido 
Et the pie-dough. 
[120] 



A SESSION WITH UNCLE SIDNEY 



THE IMPERIOUS AIS^GLER 

Miss Medaiey Dory- Ann 
Cast her line and caught a man, 



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But when he looked so pleased, alack ! 
She unhooked and plunked him back.- 
"I never like to catch what I can," 
Said Miss Medairy Dory- Ann. 



[121] 



A SESSION WITH UNCLE SIDNEY 

3 

THE GATHERING OF THE CLANS 

'[Voice from behind high board-fence.'\ 




"Where 's the crowd that dares to go 
Where I dare to lead "?— you know !" 




"Well, here 's one!^^ 
Shouts Ezry Dunn. 



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A SESSION WITH U:NrCLE SIDNEY 

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"Count me two /" 
Yells Cootsy Drew. 




"Here 's yer three ! " 
Sings Babe Magee. 




"Score jRefourP^ 
Eoars Leech-hole Moore. 
[123] 



A SESSION WITH UNCLE SIDNEY 




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"Tally— >z;e/" 
Howls Jamesy Clive. 




"I make six!^^ 
Chirps Herbert Dix. 




"Punctcliul \— seven /" 
Pipes Runt Replevin. 
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A SESSI0:N" with uncle SIDNEY 




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"Mark me eigliil 



Grunts Mealbag Nate. 




"I ^m yet nine I'''' 
Growls "Lud'rick" Stein. 




"Hilhere'sifew/'^ 
Whoops Catfish Ben. 
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A SESSION WITH UNCLE SIDNEY 




"And now we march, in daring line, 
For the banks of Brandywine ! " 



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A SESSION WITH UNCLE SIDNEY 



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A WEE little worm in a hickory-nut 
Sangj happy as lie could be,— 




"0 1 live in the heart of the whole round world, 
And it all belongs to me ! " 
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A SESSION WITH UNCLE SIDNEY 



THE DARING PRINCE 

A DARING prince, of the realm Rangg Dhune, 
Once went up in a big balloon 




[128] 



A SESSION WITH UNCLE SIDNEY 

That caught and stuck on the horns of the moon 
And he hung up there till next day noon— 
When all at once he exclaimed, ^'Hoot-toot ! " 
And then came down in his parachute. 




[129] 



A DUBIOUS 'OLD KRISS 




Us-FOLKS is purty pore— hut Ma 
She 's waitin'— two years more— 

tel Pa 
He serve his term out. Our Pa 

he- 
Se 's in the Penitenchurrie ! 

Now clou't you never tell ! — 'cause 

SiSj 
The baby, she don't know he is. — 
'Cause she wuz only four, you 
-=^^^1 know, 

He kissed her last an' hat to go ! 



Pa alluz liked Sis best of all 
Us childern.— 'Spect it 's 'cause she fall 
When she 'uz ist a child, one day — 
An' make her back look thataway. 
[130] 



A DUBIOUS "OLD KRISS" 



Pa — 'fore he be a burglar — he 's 
A locksmiff, an' maked locks, an' keys, 
An' knobs you pull fer bells to ring, 
An' he could 1st make am 



'Cause our Ma say he can ! 

—An'' this 
Here little pair o' crutches 

Sis 
Skips round on— Pa maked 

if/iem— yes-sir !— 
An' silivur-plate-name here 

fer her ! 



Pa 's out o' work when 

Chris' mus come 
One time, an' stay away 

from home, ^ " 

An' 's drunk an' 'buse our Ma, an' swear 
They ain't no "Old Kriss" anywhere ! 




An' Sis she alluz say they wuz 
A' Old Kriss— an' she alluz does. 
But ef they is a' Old Kriss, why, 
When 's Chris'mus, Ma she alluz cry ? 
[131] 



A DUBIOUS ^'OLD KRISS" 

This Chris' mus noWj we live here in 
Where Ma's rent 's alliiz due ag'in— 
An' she ^^ist slaves ^^—1 heerd her say 
She did— isfc them words thataway ! 




An' th'other night, when all 's so cold 
An' stove 's 'most out— our Ma she rolled 
Us in th'old feather-bed an' said, 
"To-morry 's Chris' mus— go to bed, 
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A DUBIOUS ^^OLD KEISS" 

•An' thank yer blessed stars fer this— 
We don't hpect no thin' from Old Kriss ! " 
An' cried, an' locked the door, an' prayed, 
An' turned the lamp down. . . . An' I laid 



There, thinkin' in the dark ag'in, 
"Ef wuz Old Kriss, he can't git in, 
'Cause ain't no chimbly here at all— 
1st old stovepipe stuck frue the wall ! " 



I sleeped nen. — An' wuz dreamin' some 
When I waked up an' morning 's come, 
Fer our Ma she wuz settin' square 
Straight up in bed, a-readin' there 



Some letter 'at she 'd read, an' quit, 
An' nen hold like she 's huggin' it.— 
An' diamon' ear-rings she don't hnow 
Wuz in her ears tel I say so— 



An' wake the rest up. An' the sun 
In frue the winder dazzle -un 
Them eyes o' Sis's, wiv a sure- 
Enough gold chain Old Kriss bringed to 'er ! 
[133] 



A DUBIOUS "OLD KEISS'^ 

An' all of us git gold things !— Sis, 
Though, say she know it ^^ainH Old Kriss- 
He kissed her, so she waked an' saw 
Him skite out— an' it wuz her Pa." 



[134] 





ALONG THE BRINK OF WILD BROOK-WAYS." 



A SONG OF SINGING 

Sing ! gangling lad, along the brink 
Of wild brook-ways of shoal and deep, 

Where killdees dip, and cattle drink. 
And glinting little minnows leap ! 

Sing ! slimpsy lass who trips above 
And sets the foot-log quivering ! 

Sing ! bittern, bumble-bee, and dove— 
Sing ! Sing ! Sing ! 

Sing as you will, O singers all 

Who sing because you want to sing ! 

Sing ! peacock on the orchard wall. 
Or tree-toad by the trickling spring ! 

Sing ! every bird on every bough— 
Sing ! every living, loving thing— 

Sing any song, and anyhow. 

But Sing ! Sing ! Sing ! 



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THE JAYBIRD 

The Jaybird he 's my favorite 

Of all the birds they is ! 
I think he 's quite a stylish sight 

In that blue suit of his : 
An' when he 'lights an' shuts his wings, 

His coat 's a ^^cutaway "— 
I guess it 's only when he sings 

You 'd know he wuz a jay. 

I like to watch him when he 's lit 

In top of any tree, 
'Cause all birds git wite out of it 

When he 'lights, an' they see 
How proud he act', an' swell an' spread 

His chest out more an' more. 
An' raise the feathers on his head 

Like it 's cut pompadore ! 



[138] 



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"l LIKE TO WATCH HIM. 



A BEAR FAMILY 




WuNSTj 'way West in lUinoise, 
Wuz two Bears an' their two boys 
An' the two boys' names, you know, 
Wuz— like ours is,— Jim an' Jo ; 
An' their parunts^ names wuz same's 
All big grown-up people's names,— 
1st Mi^ Bear, the neighbers call 
'Em, an' Mister Bear— 'at 's all. 
Yes— an' Miz Bear scold him, too, 
1st like grown folks should nH do ! 

Wuz a grea' -big river there, 
An', 'crosst that, 's a moun- 
tain where 
Old Bear said some day 
he 'd go, 
^ >y'^} Ef she don'tquit scoldin'so ! 
' ' So, one day when he been 
down 




An' come back 'thout no fish a- tall, 
An' Jim an' Jo they run an' bawl 

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A BEAE FAMILY 

An' tell their ma their pa hain't fetch' 
No fish,— she scold again an' ketch 
Her old broom up an' biff him, too. — 




An' he ist cry, an' say, '^Boo-hoo ! 
I told you what I 'd do some day ! " 
An' he ist turned an' runned away 
To where 's the grea'-big river there, 
An' ist splunged in an' swum to where 
The mountain 's at, 'way th'other side. 
An' clumbed up there. An' Miz Bear cried- 
An' little Jo an' little Jim— 
Ist like their ma— bofe cried fer him !— 
But he clumbed on, clean out o' sights 
He wuz so mad !— An' served 'em right ! 
[ 142] 



A BEAR FAMILY 

Nen— when the Bear got 'way on top 
The mountain, he heerd somepin' flop 
Its wings — an' somepin' else he heerd 
A-rattlin'-like.— An' he wuz sheer d, 
An' looked 'way up, 2iii^— Mercy sake!— 




ims: """ 



It wuz a' Eagul an' a Snake ! 
An' -sir ! the Snake, he bite an' kill' 
The Eagul, an' they bofe fall till 
They strike the giovji^— W spang -W spat! - 
Wite where the Bear wuz standin' at ! 
An' when here come the Snake at Mm, 
The Bear he think o' little Jim 
[143] 



A BEAE FAMILY 

An' Jo, lie did— an' their ma, too,— 

All safe at home ; an' he ist flew 

Back down the mountain— an' could hear 

The old Snake rattlin', sharp an' clear, 

Wite clos't behind ! — An' Bear he 's so 

All tired out, by time, you know, 

He git down to the river there, 

He know' he can't swim back to where 

His folks is at. But ist wite nen 

He see a boat an' six big men 




^At 's been a-shootin' ducks : An' so 
He skeerd them out the boat, you know, 
An' ist jumped in — an' Snake he tried 
To jump in, too, but failed outside 
Where all the water wuz ; an' so 
The Bear grabs one the things you row 
The boat wiv an' ist whacks the head 
Of the old Snake an' kills him dead !— 
[144] 



A BEAE FAMILY 

An' when he 's killed him dead^ w'y, nen 
The old Snake 's drownded dead again ! 
IS'en Bear set in the boat an' bowed 
His back an' rowed — an' rowed— an' rowed- 
Till he 's safe home— so tired he can't 
Do nothin' but lay there an' pant 
An' tell his childern^ "Bresh my coat ! " 
An' tell his wife^ "Go chain my boat ! " 
An' they 're so glad he 's back, they say 
''They Mowed he 's comin' thataway 
To ist su'prise the dear ones there ! '^ 
An' Jim an' Jo they dried his hair 




An' pulled the burrs out j an' their ma 
She ist set there an' helt his paw 
Till he wuz sound asleep, an' nen 
She tell' him she won't scold again— 

IN'ever- never— never— 

Ferever an' ferever ! 

[145] 




SONG 
[w. s.] 

With a liey ! and a lii ! and a hey-ho rhyme ! 

O the shepherd lad 

He is ne'er so glad 
As when he pipes, in the blossom-time, 

So rare ! 
While Kate picks by, yet looks not there. 

So rare ! so rare ! 
With a hey ! and a hi ! and a ho ! 
The grasses curdle where the daisies blow ! 

With a hey ! and a hi ! and a hey-ho vow ! 

Then he sips her face 

At the sweetest i)lace— 
And ho ! how white is the hawthorn now !— 

So rare !— 
And the daisied world rocks round them there. 

So rare ! so rare ! 
With a hey ! and a hi ! and a ho ! 
The grasses curdle where the daisies blow ! 
[146] 







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WHILE KATE PICKS BY, YET LOOKS NOT THERE. 



SOME SOKGS AFTEE MASTER-SINGEES 



II 
TO THE CHILD JULIA 

[R. H.] 

Little Julia, since that we 
May not as our elders be, 
Let us blithely fill the days 
Of our youth with pleasant plays. 
First we '11 up at earliest dawn, 
While as yet the dew is on 
The sooth'd grasses and the pied 
Blossomings of morningtide ; 
JS'ext, with rinsed cheeks that shine 
As the enameird eglantine, 
We will break our fast on bread ' 
With both cream and honey spread ; 
Then, with many a challenge-call, 
We will romp from house and hall, 
Gypsying with the birds and bees 
Of the green-tress'd garden trees. 
In a bower of leaf and vine 
Thou Shalt be a lady fine 
Held in duress by the great 
Giant I shall personate. 
[149] 



SOME SONGS AFTER MASTER-SINGERS 

Next, when many mimics more 
Like to these we have played o'er, 




[150] 



SOME SONGS AFTER MASTER-SINGEKS 

We '11 betake us home-along 
Hand in hand at evensong. 




Ill 
THE DOLLY'S MOTHER 

[w. w.] 

A LITTLE MAID J of summers four 
Did you compute her years,— 

And yet how infinitely more 
To me her age appears : 



I mark the sweet child's serious air. 
At her unplayful play,— 

The tiny doll she mothers there 
And lulls to sleep away, 
[151] 



SOME SONGS AFTER MASTER-SINGEES 

Grows— 'neath the grave similitude— 

An infant real, to me, 
And she a saint of motherhood 

In hale maturity. 




So, pausing in my lonely round, 

And all unseen of her, 
I stand uncovered— her profound 

And abject worshipper. 
[152] 





LEND ME THE BREATH OF A FRESHENING GALE. 



SOME SONGS AFTER MASTER-SINGEES 



IV 



WIND OF THE SEA 

[A. T.] 

Wind of the Sea, come fill my sail— 
Lend me the breath of a freshening gale 

And bear my port- worn ship away ! 
For O the greed of the tedious town— 
The shutters up and the shutters down ! 

Wind of the Sea, sweep over the bay 
And bear me away !— away ! 



Whither you bear me, Wind of the Sea, 
Matters never the least to me : 

Give me your fogs, with the sails adrip. 
Or the weltering path thro' the starless night- 
On, somewhere, is a new daylight 
And the cheery glint of an- 
other ship 
As its colors dip and dip ! 

Wind of the Sea, sweep over the bay 
And bear me away !— away ! 
[155] 




SOME SONGS AFTEE MASTER-SINOEES 



V 
SUBTLETY 

[R. B.] 

Whilst little Paul, convalescing, was staying 
Close indoors, and his boisterous classmates paying 




[156] 



SOME SONGS AFTER MASTEE-SHSrG.EES 

Him visitS; with fresh, school-notes and surprises,— 
With nettling pride they sprung the word ^^ Athletic," 
With much advice and urgings sympathetic 

Anent '^athletic exercises." Wise as 
Lad might look, quoth Paul : "I 've pondered o'er 

that 
^Athletic,' but I mean to take, before that, 

Downstairic and outdooric exercises." 



VI 
B0E:K to THE PURPLE 

[W. M.] 

Most-like it was this kingly lad 
Spake out of the pure joy he had 
In his child-heart of the wee maid 
Whose eerie beauty sudden laid 
A spell upon him, and his words 
Burst as a song of any bird's :— 

A peerless Princess thou shalt be, 
Through wit of love's rare sorcery : 
To crown the crown of thy gold hair 
Thou shalt have rubies, bleeding there 
Their crimson splendor midst the marred 
Pulp of great pearls, and afterward 
[ 157 ] 



SOME SONGS AFTER MASTER-SINGEKS 




Leaking in fainter ruddy stains 
Adown thy neck -and -armlet- chains 
Of turquoise, chrysoprase, and mad 
Light-frenzied diamonds, dartling glad 
[158] 



SOME SONGS AFTER MASTER-SINGEES 

Swift spirts of shine that interfuse 

As though with lucent crystal dews 

That glance and glitter like split rays 

Of sunshine, born of burgeoning Mays 

When the first bee tilts down the lip 

Of the first blossom, and the drip 

Of blended dew and honey heaves 

Him blinded midst the underleaves. 

For raiment, Fays shall weave for thee— 

Out of the phosphor of the sea 

And the frayed floss of starlight, spun 

With counter warp of the firm sun— 

A vesture of such filmy sheen 

As, through all ages, never queen 

Therewith strove truly to make less 

One fair line of her loveliness. 

Thus gowned and crowned with gems and gold, 

Thou Shalt, through centuries untold, 

Rule, ever young and ever fair, 

As now thou rulest, smiling there. 



[159] 



OLD MAN WHISKERY-WHEE-KUM- 
WHEEZE 

Old Man Whiskery- Whee-Kum-Wheeze 
Lives 'way up in the leaves o' trees. 
An' wunst I slipped up-stairs to play 
In Aunty's room, while she 'uz away ; 
An' I clumbed up in her cushion-chair 
An' ist peeked out o' the winder there -, 
An' there I saw— wite out in the trees— 
Old Man Whiskery- Whee-Kum-Wheeze ! 

An' Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze 
Would bow an' bow, with the leaves in the breeze, 
An' waggle his whiskers an' raggledy hair, 
An' bow to me in the winder there ! 
An' I 'd peek out, an' he 'd peek in 
An' waggle his whiskers an' bow ag'in, 
Ist like the leaves 'u'd wave in the breeze— 
Old Man Whiskery- Whee-Kum-Wheeze ! 
[ 160] 






"bow to me in the winder there ! 



WHISKERY- WHEE-KUM-WHEEZE 

An' Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze, 
Seem-like, says to me : ^^See my bees 
A-bringin' my dinner! An' see my cup 
O' locus' -blossoms they've plum' filled up?" 
An' ^^ Um-yum, honey ! " wuz last lie said. 
An' waggled his whiskers an' bowed his head ; 
An' I yellS; "Gimme some, won't you, please, 
Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum- Wheeze ? " 




[163] 




LITTLE-GIRL-TWO-LITTLE-GIRLS 

I 'm twins, I guess, 'cause my Ma say 
I 'm two little girls. An' one o' me 
Is Good little girl ; an' th' other 'n' slie 
Is Bad little girl as she can he ! 

An' Ma say so, 'most ever' day. 



An' she 's the funniest Ma ! 'Cause when 
My Doll won't mind, an' I ist cry, 
Wy, nen my Ma she sob an' sigh. 
An' say, ^^Dear Good little girl, good-bye ! 

Bad little girl 's comed here again ! " 
[ 164] 



LITTLE-GIRL-TWO-LITTLE-GIRLS 



Last time 'at Ma act' thataway, 
I cried all to myse'f awhile 
Out on tlie steps, an' nen I smile^ 
An' git my Doll all fix' in style, 

An' go in where Ma 's at, an' say : 
^'Morning to you, Mommy dear! 
WJiere 's that Bad little girl wuz here f 
Bad little girl 's goned clean away, 
An^ Good little girl 's comed back to 




[165] 



A GUSTATORY ACHIEVEMENT 



Last Thanksgivin' -dinner we 
Et at Granny's house, an' she 







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A GUSTATOKY ACHIEVEMENT 

Had—ist like she alluz does— 
Most an' best pies ever wuz. 

Canned &Zac7i;burry-pie an' goose- 
Burry, squshin'-fuU o' juice 5 
An' ro0burry— yes, an' plum— 
YeS; an' churry-jtie—um-yum ! 

Peach an' punkin, too, you bet. 
Lawzy ! I kin taste 'em yet ! 
Yes, an' custard-j^ie, an' mince ! 

An' — I — ainH — et— no — pie— since ! 




167 ] 



CLIMATIC SORCERY 

When frost 's all on our winder, an' the snow 's 
All out-o' -doors, our ^'Old-Kriss "-milkman goes 
A-drivin' round, ist i)urt'-nigli froze to death. 
With his old white mustache froze full o' breath. 

But when it 's summer an' all warm ag'in, 
He comes a-whistlin' an' a-drivin' in 
Our alley, 'thout no coat on, ner ain't cold, 
Ner his mustache ain't white, ner he ain't old. 




[ 168] 



A PARENT REPRIMANDED 

Sometimes I think 'at Parunts does 
Things ist about as bad as us— 




[171] 



A PARENT REPRIMANDED 

Wite 'fore our vurry eyes, at that ! 
Fer one time Pa he scold' my Ma 

'Cause he can't find his hat ; 
An' she ist cried, she did ! An' I 

Says, ^^Ef you scold my Ma 
Ever again an' make her cry, 

Wy, you sha'n't be my Pa ! " 
An' nen he laugh' an' find his hat 
Ist wite where Ma she said it 's at ! 



[172] 




'the childish dreams in his wise old head." 



THE TREASURE OF THE WISE MAN 

O THE NIGHT was dark and the night was late 
And the robbers came to rob him j 

And they picked the locks of his palace-gate. 
The robbers that came to rob him— 

They picked the locks of his palace-gate, 

Seized his jewels and gems of state, 

His coffers of gold and his priceless plate,— 
The robbers that came to rob him. 

But loud laughed he in the morning red !— 
For of what had the robbers robbed him?— 

Ho ! hidden safe, as he slept in bed, 
When the robbers came to rob him,— 

They robbed him not of a golden shred 

Of the childish dreams in his wise old head— 
"And they 're welcome to all things else," he said. 
When the robbers came to rob him. 





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